I stood on the floor now, my hands unrestrained and fingering my wet cunt. A crown of tentacles ringed around the top of my head, with two covering an... entering my ears. This drowned out all other sound, and restricted what I was able to hear. My crown connected along the back of my head to connect with my collar.I was perfectly incapable of doing anything I wanted. Every possible sense and action was taken away from me, control surrendered to this dominating entity. But I didn’t feel scared. I. Somewhat surprised, I saw her notice mine. I said to her, ‘Marriage is a bitch, isn’t it?’ She laughed and the tension was broken. Looking at the title in her hands and then to my book, she asked, ‘So what are you reading?’ I picked up my book and showed her the page of cunnilingual lessons. I said, ‘I’m looking for a new technique or two so I can send my wife to the stars.’ ‘Oooh. Lucky her. My marriage counselor told me to come up with some new tricks. He said it could make my husband. The whole time, I checked the other people to see if they would look at me but nobody seemed to notice I wasn't a real girl."Do you wanna go to my place, sweetie?" he asked with an obvious tone in his voice telling me what he was after."I'd love that," I purred, trying to sound sexy.Back at his place, we were instantly making out. I grabbed his face, kissing his manly lips, and his hands were all over my body. I had no fake breasts yet so I was still very flat-chested but he didn't seem to. As we got older, we would talk a lot about boys, kissing, making out, and more. We would talk about how far we should go, but that kept getting just a little farther as we got older,” Susan begins her story."We went our separate ways for college but did keep in touch and did get together on holidays. I met my husband, Tom, in college, and we were married about a year after we graduated. Your mother hadn’t found anyone that really felt right to her. Until we introduced her to Tom’s college.